Primal Encounter

It is a quiet night at the library. Probably because the weather has
called for snow all day and it has finally arrived. Frantic bookworms
stormed the library earlier taking all the best sellers from the
shelves. More frantic ones who came later took anything, as long as
they had something to read, anything to read. One just never knows
when the weathermen will make a correct prediction and the snowstorm
really will arrive in full force.

The small town closed its shutters and turned its back to the layer of
snow that is now covering the walks and windowsills. I am thinking the
same...closing early...after all, it has been an hour since the last
patron. But just as I switch off the upstairs lights, the heavy double
steel doors of the lobby push open.

My initial reaction is "Humph! Not closing now." Then I hear a low
grumble and heavy footsteps. Oh, I hope whomever it is knows what he
wants and is quick about it. I also would like to get home and curl up
to a good book in front of the fire.

As I approach the front desk, I hear a loud grunt and then the
slamming of the double wooden entry doors to the library. I am about
to explain that we keep these doors open till closing when my eyes
gaze upon the most remarkable individual I have ever seen.

My first glance makes me think that this large man is stuck in the
life and times of the sixties. But closer examination reveals to me
that this hippie looking creature is definitely from the past, the
primitive past. He is a caveman in every sense of the word!

His long dark hair, pulled back at the top and tied with a leather
thong, looks somewhat straggly, but clean. His facial hair, cropped
close to the skin, is a little uneven, but rather neat looking. The
crude large blade hanging from his side must serve as his razor. The
furs draped over his shoulders and across his chest hang just below
his waist, partially covering what appears to be a leather loincloth.
His knee-high moccasin boots don't match each other in color or style.

Overall, his looks are very becoming and his stature is awesome! The
exposed muscles of his arms, abdomen, and thighs put Michelangelo's
David to shame.

Another grumble jerks me back to reality. He really is a caveman! I
should be shaking in my shoes, but I sense benevolence about him, even
after he effortlessly flings a table against the doors, blocking any
entrance for my saviors, if needed! Yes, he is gruff and very rough
looking. Yes, he tends to overdue his strength and vocalization. Yes,
my heart is pounding hard and fast. And yes, I am locked in here alone
with him. But I can't help but feel compelled to stay calm and wait.

He sees me staring at him. His brow wrinkles somewhat and his head
twists slightly in question. When our eyes meet, his lips turn up in a
small grin. The rough appearance and gruff demeanor of this creature
seem to all but disappear. He is truly arresting and striking and
seems to pierce me to the core. I don't fear him and I sense he is not
threatened also.

He slowly stomps closer to me. Melting snow drips from his hair and
clothes. His fist thumps his chest lightly as he mumbles a syllable. I
only respond with a puzzled look. He thumps harder and mumbles louder.
As I bring my arms up from my side to gesture I don't understand, he
pounds his chest quite hard and loudly grunts out several syllables.
Startled, I jump! His facial expression shows me that he did not mean
to scare me. Then he reaches his arms out to indicate for me to come
to him.

My initial thought is to go to him. But I hesitate and I wonder why I
am not afraid. Again he thumps his chest, utters that same syllable,
and reaches toward me. I move closer with small slow steps. He smiles,
relaxes his stance, and crosses his arms across his chest. I stop
about five feet in from of him, never taking my eyes off his. He
reaches out, steps forward, and clenches my upper arms in his hands. I
feel his strength as he squeezes tightly and stares. I am lost in the
deep brown circles surrounded by pure white. He repeats a new syllable
over and over, in a soft, comforting tone, almost like a chant. I
begin to relax and forget the slight pain from his grasp.

The sound of his voice draws me into his influence and encourages me
to want more. When his hand begins to trace the outline of my face, an
arousal stirs deep inside me. I silently beg for more. Still chanting
softly he brusquely pulls me into his chest. His tight hold nearly
smothers me. I feel his strength and know I cannot escape. I don't
want to escape.

His smell now surrounds me. I am familiar with the odor of leather and
it must be the moist fur that reminds me of wet wool. But the other
scent, his scent, is a sweet strong odor, a hint of fresh straw, but
more a manly trace, and not unpleasant in the least. As he brings my
chin up so our eyes meet again, his lips barely touch mine as he
repeats those powerful sounds. I can smell and feel his sweet whisper
of a breath, and our eyes never look away from each other's.

I am becoming more relaxed; the hard pounding of my heart is all I
feel. He strokes my head from the top following the length of my hair.
The repetitive petting soothes me more, causing an inner calm, a total
relaxation to where my stomach and chest drop heavily. Even my
pounding heart relaxes to a slow steady beat. On the last stroke he
clenches his fist around my hair and jerks my head back. He plants
several hard kisses on my neck, making me feel his teeth embed in my
flesh. I feel chills radiate throughout my body as I become entranced
with his power.

When he pulls my whole body into his I feel something big, very big
and hard. Does he have another weapon? A club? He picks me up with one
arm and almost throws me on the large circulation desk. He starts
repeating more syllables, droning sounds that immediately take me
deeper into his control.

I feel my clothes being pulled at, tugged, harder, and rougher. My
blouse is torn from me. I hear more ripping and my pants are torn from
my legs. Practically naked, save my underwear and socks and shoes, I
can only lie here and wait for his next action. I know what it will
be...I know what I want it to be.

He smothers me with kisses, dropping wetness with his nibbles and
gnawing. He travels from my mouth to my neck, my chest, my arms, my
breasts...everywhere, over and over, repeating some places, but at the
same time covering every inch of my flesh. I am a mass of excitement;
I have never been so turned on before! I am hot with desire and the
tingles and charges radiate throughout my body.

I feel my bra being ripped from my breasts and my nipples tighten with
a new hardness. His fingertips lightly brush over them, one at a time.
He exudes a low chuckle-like grumbling as he pinches and squeezes. His
hands cup my breasts pressing them together. His lips grab my nipple
and he sucks it in hard. I feel his tongue latch on as he pulls back.
He repeats this with the other nipple, pulling harder and stretching
me more. No man has made me feel contractions this hard, this deep and
powerful. How can he be so tenderly crude, so gently rough?

My arousal makes me wet with insatiable desire. My pulse is racing. He
begins to stroke and pet my head again. He blows little puffs of
breath on my face repeatedly causing me to close my eyes and relax
into a deeper dreamlike state. I feel him climbing onto the desk,
beside me and nearly on top of me. I feel his hard, wet club. Every
move he makes, it pokes into me. When I reach down to move it to the
side, I am shocked! It feels smooth and warm. It is very hard, but not
like wood. It is huge and alive and dripping...oh, what am I in for?

When he feels my first touch, his short puffs of breath increase with
intensity. Each exhaled pant becomes stronger and longer and is
accompanied by groans of pleasure. He begins to rock back and forth
with his hips, causing more wetness to ooze from him. My hand, barely
able to fit around his girth, tries to grab and squeeze. He is
slippery and warm with abundant precum. When I reach down with my
other hand, he slowly eases on top of me forcing my legs apart with
his knee.

I stroke his length as he presses it into my pubic bone. His breathing
is rapid now and his groans are louder, still very rhythmic and still
very entrancing. He is so huge; will I be able to take him? Will he be
rough and painful? Somehow I know he will not hurt and be forceful. He
has done nothing but fill me with uncontrollable desire since the
moment I laid eyes on him. I must only wait for him to lead, to make
me obey, with the only communication he has...his touch and his sound.

I feel him slip away from me as he lowers his hands to my hips. He
pulls my panties from me effortlessly. I feel a new surge of
excitement as I ooze more wetness of my own. His fingers pry into my
moist lips. When he spreads them apart, I throb with a yearning, a
pleading for him to continue. I can feel his breath brushing me
lightly. His fingers pull my lips tighter and farther apart. His
breath, close and hot, drives me wild with anticipation. It seems like
an eternity as I float into oblivion, his hot breath closer and his
groans vibrating, causing my clit to harden and rise.

And then, oh, that first soft lick! The involuntary reflex of
tightening my vaginal muscles contradicted by the tight pulling from
his fingers causes me to bear down and push my pussy harder into his
face. The licking, the touching, the pulling, the probing all blend
into the most exhilarating excitement I ever imagined...when suddenly,
the building orgasm, nearing climax with each spasm of enjoyment, is
put on hold!

The licking stops as he slowly relaxes his hold on my spreading lips.
He climbs on top of me again to reposition himself. The wet head of
his cock brushes my lips. When he lowers himself I feel it slide into
my dripping hole. He pumps only his head in and out, making sure to
catch my clit with each rub. Again, I near climax as I thrust forward
to force him in deeper. But he deftly manages to move with me and keep
only his mushroom tip in contact with my swollen excitement. Do I hear
an evil chuckle?

He continues to climb up my body, dragging his throbbing cock up my
lower belly, to my abdomen, to my breasts, leaving a trail of creamy
wetness till he lands at his destination.

With his legs straddling my shoulders, his massive cock rests on my
face. A fresh dribble touches my lips, which tastes salty and
pleasing. He begins the chanting syllables again to match the slight
pressing strokes on my mouth. I am captive in this position and his
voice commands my obedience. Almost dizzy, I fall deeper and deeper
into his thrall.

Then magically, I begin to understand what he is saying. His syllables
become words. I respond with actions of my own, or are they? I listen
and obey and wait for more commands. He has me ravenously licking,
sucking, slurping. He tells me to open wider as he pushes into me. His
thickness makes my teeth rake up his length as he withdraws slowly.
His commands never lose the rhythmic chant as he allows me to obey and
follow the order that I too will experience mounting pleasure.

Together we dance in sexual bliss. My mouth opens more and more,
always able to accommodate his massive cock. It seems impossible, but
I take him completely in, all the way to the base. My moans become
louder. The vibrations draw more wetness. It is as if he is
continually excreting cum...will he ever climax and explode a true
load?

His every command brings me closer to the top. The building increases
and mounts to a compelling desire to orgasm. But he has not given his
permission; he keeps me on the edge, taking me closer and closer to
release!

His sound, his rhythm, his touch, his control totally engulf me,
wrapping around me on the outside and filling me completely on the
inside. One moment I feel like I can't continue and the next I want
nothing but to stay floating in this rapturous oblivion. Therefore, I
simply obey and await his consent for us to join together in orgasm.

He has empowered me absolutely. I am aware of nothing but his
mesmerizing words and his riveting touch in this sublime floating
state that he has allowed me to experience. Then without me realizing
that he left my mouth, I feel a penetration between my pussy lips.
Dripping wet and hard, he pushes deep. My hole opens to accommodate.
He enters deeper and my legs spread completely to assist. He drives
deeper still, stretching my hole to its limit making me tight around
his throbbing cock.

I am so completely filled with his enormous cock and so tightly
stretched that my clit is fully exposed and directly in contact with
the base of his organ. Each pump strokes me as he pushes his tip
farther, making me open deep inside all the way to what seems the back
of my womb.

Below the waist, he drives harder and faster, grinding me into the
hard desk; so hard and forceful, his balls pound against my ass,
causing a tickling sensation on my hole. But above my waist his hand
softly rubs and caresses my breast. His one arm under my neck gently
raises my head to meet his tender, passionate kisses. I feel his lips
commanding me, guiding me to our culminating orgasm. His words are but
a whisper in my mind, but they are all I am aware of as he tells me to
let go, relax into him and succumb to the most convulsive,
electrifying and bracing orgasm that anyone else can only imagine.

What seems like only moments later, I awaken from a very restful, deep
sleep. The morning light hasn't quite broken yet. I try to gather my
thoughts and recall the amazing dream I have just experienced. Then I
almost panic with the realization that it was no dream...I am naked,
wet, and smell of his sex. No, it was not a dream and I will never be
mine again.